Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 pages |
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... bosom was dear- Need I say , my sweet Mary , ' twas centred in you ? * Morven ; a lofty mountain in Aberdeenshire : ' Gormal of snow ' is an ex- pression frequently to be found in Ossian . + This will not appear extraordinary to those ...
... bosom was dear- Need I say , my sweet Mary , ' twas centred in you ? * Morven ; a lofty mountain in Aberdeenshire : ' Gormal of snow ' is an ex- pression frequently to be found in Ossian . + This will not appear extraordinary to those ...
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... bosom impress'd- I lov'd my bleak regions , nor panted for new : And few were my wants , for my wishes were bless'd ; And pure were my thoughts , for my soul was with you . I arose with the dawn , with my dog as my guide ; From mountain ...
... bosom impress'd- I lov'd my bleak regions , nor panted for new : And few were my wants , for my wishes were bless'd ; And pure were my thoughts , for my soul was with you . I arose with the dawn , with my dog as my guide ; From mountain ...
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... bosom , the heart is unbending , And what would be justice appears a disgrace . However , dear S- , ( for I still must esteem you- The few whom I love I can never upbraid ) The chance which has lost may in future redeem you Repentance ...
... bosom , the heart is unbending , And what would be justice appears a disgrace . However , dear S- , ( for I still must esteem you- The few whom I love I can never upbraid ) The chance which has lost may in future redeem you Repentance ...
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... bosom scoru'd to fear , But Oscar's bosom knew to feel . While Allan's soul belied his form , Unworthy with such charms to dwell ; Keen as the lightning of the storm , On foes his deadly vengeance fell . From high Southannon's distant ...
... bosom scoru'd to fear , But Oscar's bosom knew to feel . While Allan's soul belied his form , Unworthy with such charms to dwell ; Keen as the lightning of the storm , On foes his deadly vengeance fell . From high Southannon's distant ...
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... bosom's care . And Angus said , if one year nore In fruitless hope was pass'd away , His fondest scruples should be o'er , And he would name their nuptial day . Slow roll'd the moons , but bless'd , at last , Arrived the dearly destined ...
... bosom's care . And Angus said , if one year nore In fruitless hope was pass'd away , His fondest scruples should be o'er , And he would name their nuptial day . Slow roll'd the moons , but bless'd , at last , Arrived the dearly destined ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Affichage du livre entier - 1825 |
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Page 558 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Page 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 400 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Page 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 392 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Page 697 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Page 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Page 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.